The Mockingbird's Song

The Mockingbird's Song

A Poem by Jenny
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Supposed to almost be overly campy, like watching a Disney movie.

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Your arms are tired, face is blue
but heart is beating just like new
gotta pick your bus outta the busy street
and just move on even though you're beat
and worn
and oh so torn

Feet are just a bit ahead of you
eyes wish they had a better view
but if you're gonna shake in shackles
you won't find your shame in shambles
in the end
just like your friends

But oh, my mistake
That aint what the mockingbird song is really about
The tortoise only thinks as far as getting up and about
So listen:

Birds tweet, so sweet
and the ladybugs fly
butterflies in the skies
with the mockingbird's cry

So soon, flowers bloom
while the sun does shine
mice creep while you sleep
not a one of them blind

It's the same old, same old
You say that keeps you so cold, so cold
but you'll find it was warm all along
in the mockingbird's song

Wishin' all those fools would just up and stop it
Goin' for the bait that you keep in your pocket
You might get bigger fish to take the tackles
Unless caught is your brain in brambles
Mind scattered round
all over town.

But oh, my mistake
That aint what the mockingbird song is really about
The tortoise only thinks as far as getting up and about
So listen:

Birds tweet, so sweet
and the ladybugs fly
butterflies in the skies
with the mockingbird's cry

So soon, flowers bloom
while the sun does shine
mice creep while you sleep
not a one of them blind

It's the same old, same old
You say that keeps you so cold, so cold
but you'll find it was warm all along
in the mockingbird's song

© 2008 Jenny


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Jenny
Jenny

Lubbock, TX



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